Enfermo
by DeathxMusic
Summary: Looks like Spain is sick! Romano is going to have to spend the entire week nursing his boss back to health. Spain/Romano, with hints of Prussia/Austria and France/Canada. Rated T for Romano's language XD
1. Chapter 1

_Oh my, something non-Sonic? O: *GASP*  
Well I don't always have to write about Sonic XD I love other fandoms too :P So I decided to give my currently obsessed one a try which is: HETALIA!  
I personally love this pairing :'D One of my top favourites from the entire anime c: I just love their characteristics and personalities, and of course Romano's tsundre-ness since I seem to be one too | here's a little story about Spain and Romano ;P I don't know how many chapters this story will end up with but oh well XD We'll just see how it goes~_

_I do not own the characters of Hetalia._

_Contains language, all from Romano XD and yaoi~  
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_I will be using country names for this one!  
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"Oi! Spain! Get your lazy ass out of bed and make breakfast already! I'm starving dammit!" Romano yelled from the living room. He slumped on the couch, pouting, waiting for the Spaniard to get up. It's already 10 in the morning and he still hasn't got up. He waited expectantly, but heard nothing, that tomato bastard. Irritated, he decided to go over to his room.

He was staying at Spain's place for a bit. He didn't know why, he didn't even know how the hell he ended up in here. So, one day he decided to roam around the world and just _happened_ to bump into Spain and somehow he convinced him to stay over for a bit. It's not like he wanted to! No sirree! It was just a coincidence seeing him! It was just they haven't seen each other in a while and thought it would be a good idea to do some catching up! And he promised him tomatoes dammit!

_I swear to god, when I see that bastard still sleeping, I'm going to-_

His thoughts were interrupted as he saw Spain already awake, sitting up from his bed. Though, something seemed really odd about him. He looked the same as ever still, his brown hair naturally wild looking, his bright smile still stuck in his face that Romano would just love to smack away, nothing really changed in his appearance. But Romano knew there was something wrong with him.

"Ah! _Buenos dias_ Romano!~" Spain gave him a tired smile.

"Yeah, yeah. _Buenos dias_ asshole. Now get up, I'm hungry." The Italian scowled as he leaned his back on the door, folding his arms.

"I'll get right to it." Spain said.

As he tried to get up, he was greeted by a cough, which surprised Romano. _I knew there was something wrong!_ "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, raising a brow.

"I-I'm fine" Spain tried to reassure him, and got up from bed and started walking through the door. Though, Romano didn't believe him one bit. He grabbed Spain's wrist to stop him and made him turn around so he could get see his face, then he used his other hand to feel his forehead. It was warm. Only one explanation;

"You're sick."

"Whaa? No! I feel fine!" Spain tried to say something else but was interrupted by another cough.

"_Dire cazzate! _You're sick dammit! Don't lie to me!"

'I'm fine! Really… I-" _cough_.

"Shut up! You're sick! You need to rest." Romano made him plop back to bed. "I'm going to get the thermometer." He then started heading towards the door. "B-but Roma-!"

"STAY. PUT." he demanded. And with that being said he left the room and closed the door behind him with a loud slam.

"Aww! Romano's so cute when he's worried!" Spain gushed to himself as he went back to bed. If only the Italian could show more emotion towards him every once in a while, but Spain wouldn't get his hopes up.

Romano later came back with the thermometer and placed it in Spain's mouth. "Romano, you donf haf tho tho dis, I'm alrif!" (Translation: Romano, you don't have to do this, I'm alright!")

"_Hmph!_" was all Romano said. After a few minutes he took out the thermometer from Spain's mouth to see his temperature.

"Your temperature says otherwise, idiot." The Italian spat before putting the thermometer on the bedside table.

"Are you that worried for boss?~" Spain asked with a grin.

"Puh! Well duh!"

Spain's eyes widened for a moment. Could it be? Did he really care? He didn't hate him at all, all this time? "R-Romano…r-really?"

"Of course! I mean who else is going to make food for me all day?" Romano said, oblivious to what Spain had thought his words meant.

Spain felt like he just got hit on the head. Clearly, Romano wasn't worried about him for the reason he was thinking of. _Ah… Romano…I knew I was an idiot for thinking such things…_

Romano raised a brow at Spain, puzzled at his expression. Spain seemed to notice and quickly tried to put on a smile, "Ah! Ahaha, yeah! Right!..." he awkwardly said while scratching the back of his head.

Romano, still confused, decided to shrug it off. "Now you should rest." He said and headed to the door.

"_Que_? Where are you going Roma?" asked Spain.

"I'm going to make my own damn breakfast since you can't, _bastardo_. Let me know if you need anything." And with that being said, Romano closed the door behind him and went straight to the kitchen.

He sighed to himself. _I can't believe I'm going to have to spend my day taking care of that stupid Spain…_

Being lazy to actually _cook _breakfast, he just took a pizza from the fridge and re-heated it. It came in a pack that his brother Veneziano gave.

Once it finished reheating he slumped on the couch and ate while watching T.V.

_Great, while that bastard Spain is busy resting **I'M**the one who has to do all the work in the fucking house! Why did I visit this place again? _He thought to himself before leading his attention back into whatever was on the T.V.

About half-way through the movie he was watching, the phone rang.

"_Parlare._" He answered.

"Ve?~ Oh! _Fratello! Buon giorno!_" shouted his brother from the other end.

"Eh? Veneziano? What do you want?"

"Ve~ I didn't know you were at big brother Spain's!" answered Italy.

"Yeah well, I was just visiting him that's all."

"Why? I thought you wanted to get away from him as soon as possible the moment you were free from his control. Did you miss him?" Italy asked, Romano could feel the smirk his little brother is giving him at the end of the line.

"W-WHAT? N-NO! I-I JUST WANTED TO GO EXPLORING AND I HAPPENED TO BUMP INTO HIM AND I DECIDED TO STAY FOR A WHILE AND DO A LITTLE CATCHING UP!" he protested.

"Ve~ Whatever you say _fratello!_" Veneziano said, grinning at the end of the phone. "Ve~ So what's going on? Is big brother Spain okay?"

"Eh, nothing's really happening. _Spagna è __malata, _is all." He casually answered.

"Ve?~ He is?" his brother gasped. "I hope he's okay. I should make him a get well card!" Veneziano thought aloud.

"Yeah, you go do that."

"Ve~ Oh, I have to go soon _fratello_, Germany is calling me."

"YOU'RE STILL SEEING THAT DAMN POTATO BASTARD? I FORBID YOU!" he yelled. He wouldn't let that blonde potato loving freak lay a single hand on his brother. As much as he hated his brother he did care for him, and with someone as clueless as him there is now way he would let his well being be taken care of by some beer-loving asshole!

"Ve~ But Germany's a nice guy! And Japan's going to be there too!~" the Northern Italian protested.

Romano sighed, giving in, "Alright fine! But if he so much as touches you I will skin his damn muscles off! Got it?"

"Ve~ Okay! Oh! I'll talk to you later _fratello_. Tell brother Spain I said hi! Be sure to take good care of him~!" He teased.

"S-SHUT UP!"

"Ve~ If you need any help you can call me okay? Ciao!~" Italy said before hanging up.

Romano placed the phone back and sighed. He than laid down on the couch facing up the ceiling. He didn't _miss _Spain. Like hell he would! That sorry excuse of a country was an embarrassment to have as a boss. Why don't people ever take him seriously on things?

"Who was that?" Spain randomly popped over him.

"HOLY CRAPOLA!" Romano shrieked before falling over the couch.

"R-Romano! Are you okay?" he asked, helping him up.

Romano quickly smacked his hand away, "What the hell are you doing idiot? You're supposed to be resting!" he yelled while dusting himself off.

"I heard the phone ring and I wanted to know who it was." Spain simply said.

Romano sighed, "It was just Veneziano. He wanted to see what you were up to."

"Oh."

"Now go back to bed _idiota_!" Romano commanded.

"But I don't want to~" Spain whined with a pout on his face.

"FUCKING IDIOT! You won't get better if you'll keep roaming around like this! _Mi dios_!"

_Early in the morning and I already have to deal with this shit. _Romano thought bitterly to himself.

"But it's lonely in my room~ Can't you accompany me Roma?~" Spain pleaded which caused Romano to go slight red.

"Ah!~ Romano! You look like a tomato!~" Spain gushed. "_Te ves tan __linda!~_"

"S-shut up!" he snapped, his face redder tan before now.

Spain lowered his head a bit, their faces close to each other, "You know you looked even cuter when you were on the floor." he said which caused only more redness in Romano's face. He wasn't sure his head could handle all that heat!

"F-FUCK! SHUT UP AND JUST GO TO BED, ASSHOLE!" he demanded and practically pushed Spain back into his room.

"This is going to be a long day…"

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_Soo how was it? :D Was it okay? O:  
This is my first Hetalia fic so…|D  
R&R!~_

_Oh man…Italy and Spain are rubbing off on me…_

_Next chapter will be longer, I promise c:  
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_**Edit:**  
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_**There!~ I edited this chapter and added a few things~ :D  
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	2. Chapter 2

_Hello~  
Decided to update now because it's a long weekend and I pretty much have nothing to do. |D  
Oh well who cares, on with the story!~_

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_HERE COMES THE YAOI :D_

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He couldn't take it anymore.

It's been two days since Spain was sick and Romano couldn't get a break. Spain kept sending him back and forth, and when he gives him what he wanted he would call him the next ten minutes to ask for something else. It was all too much!

"Fucking Spain! I'm tired as hell and I still have a lot of work to do in the house!" the Italian groaned, "Huh, never thought I'd actually hear myself say that." Which was true, somewhat. He's rarely ever worked this hard before. When he was younger he used to always boss Spain around when he was the one who was supposed to take orders.

_I guess karma has come back to haunt me… _he thought while hanging up the wet laundry out in the balcony to dry. _That bastard could at least give a 'thank you' in return! Geez.._

"Great now I have to clean the bathroom." He angrily reminded himself. "But maybe I'll do that later. I'm tired as fuck." And with that he jumped onto the couch, laid his head onto the comfy little cushion, and dozed off for a little nap.

"Romano!~"

His eyes shot wide open and the familiar voice. "FUUUCCKK!" he yelled into the little pillow before stomping his way to Spain's room. He stopped just a few millimeters away from the bed, and bent down a little to meet eye contact with Spain. "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL DO YOU WANT NOW YOU ASSHOLE?"

Spain, who was sitting up from his bed, looked at his former henchman with a calm smile. "I just wanted to say thank you."

Romano blinked, "_Que?_ W-wha-?"

"Thank you, for putting up with me and for taking good care of me the past two days. I'm very grateful to have you. _Gracias._" He gave him a heartwarming smile which caused the Italian to go fully red of embarrassment.

At least he got the 'thank you' he was asking for earlier right? But did he really have to push it that far? Did the Spaniard WANT to embarrass him this badly?

Spain grinned at his reaction and tried to suppress his laughter, but a small snicker came out of him as he covered his mouth. "W-what the hell is so funny _bastardo? _Answer me!" the flustered Italian spat.

"Ahaha! _Lo siento. _It's just that, you still have the cutest reactions Roma~" he smiled at him which caused Romano to turn an even deeper shade of red. "What the hell do you mean by _still_!" Romano asked furiously, the heat from his face still refusing to go down.

"You don't remember? There was the time when Ms. Belgium first met you and you couldn't talk right in front of her." Spain reminded, Romano was sure that steam was coming out of his head right now from this much embarrassment. Spain rubbed his chin, thinking of more, "Oh, there was also a time, during Valentine's Day, I gave you a present and you had such a cute reaction when you got it!~" Spain gushed, and continued, "There was also this other when when you-"

"Okay OKAY! I get it!" Romano interrupted. He hated it when Spain did that! It was way to embarrassing! Even if it was just him he was talking to. He tried to hide his face by staring straight at the floor as if it were the most interesting thing in the world right now.

"Aw!~ _Roma __parece un tomate__! __Un __muy lindo __uno!" _

Romano was completely flustered. Will he ever stop comparing him with his favourite fruit? He loves tomatoes as much as the next person, but being compared to one was surely uncanny!

Being as stubborn as he is, he tried to pull off his 'tough guy' act, but was completely failing at it. He folded his arms across his chest, while his hands were fidgeting with his rolled up sleeves.

"_A-Antonio!_…don't say that!" he tried to sound stern but it came out as a whine.

Spain blinked at him, surprised by _THAT_ reaction. _I've never heard him say my real name before…_

He seemed really happy hearing his name being called out by Romano that way. He loved how his name sounded when it rolled off his tongue. Oh how he wished he could call him that more often.

Of course it's not like he thought it was a bad reaction, it was unbelievably adorable, but he never thought he could make Romano react _this_ much.

Romano tried to avoid as much eye contact from him as possible because it could only result to even more blushing. He snapped his head away but his eyes darted a little to see the look of his former boss' face, who was staring at him.

"_What?_" he asked.

Spain just gave him a smile and replied with a simple "Nothing." Which only irritated the Italian even more. He grabbed a nearby pillow at the end of the bed and whacked Spain on the head with it just to wipe that smile off his face.

"_Que_? What was that for Romano?" Spain asked, pulling the pillow away off his face. A few of the feathers came out and landed on his head.

"For embarrassing me you jerk!"

"But you hit me really hard. That hurt."

"Good!"

Spain pouted and decided to throw the pillow at Romano which hit his face.

Bad idea.

"R-Roma! S-sorry-!"

Romano pounced at him, nearly making both of them fall over the bed. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Romano tried to hit Spain but both of his hands were caught by him.

"Romano calm down!"

Romano, surprisingly, immediately stopped and sat down, crossed legged, on the bed. He didn't really care at this point. He was exhausted, and all he really wanted to do was sleep right now.

"I hate you." He mumbled, Spain just smiled. He knew he didn't mean it. He noticed a few of the feathers from the pillow had landed on his hair and decided to take them off. Unfortunately, he decided to pick the feather off of Romano's mysterious curl.

Romano noticed Spain slowly reaching to grab his curl, but he stopped him by grabbing his arm before you could touch his wild strand of hair. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'm just trying to get the feather off your hair."

"Well don't touch that part of my hair! Remember last time?" He tried to remind him, when Romano was still younger Spain had pulled his curl and it didn't end up so well.

"Ah…yeah…that, hehe." Spain laughed awkwardly. But as Romano had brought up that issue from the past, he started to think about other things they did in the past together; like gardening, travelling, cooking, etc. A smile filled his face again, as he thought about all the things he used to do with his precious Romano.

Romano raised a brow at him and snapped his fingers infront of the entranced Spain. "Earth to Spain! Hello?" Spain quickly snapped out of his flashbacks and went straight back to reality. "Oh, sorry."

"Jeez! That smile of yours was creeping me out! What were you even thinking about?"

"Ah, just things from the past."

"_Uh-huh."_

They were greeted by an awkward silence until Spain suddenly let out a sneeze. "Sorry." He apologized again while grabbing a tissue.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot you were sick." Romano remembered, "You should get some rest then."

"Okay…" Spain obliged.

"Well I'm leaving. I'm fucking tired so I'm going to go sleep in the couch." Romano tiredly said as he got up and started walking towards the living room and plopped down on the couch. He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before drifting off into a deep sleep.

Soon he woke up to see the location didn't seem like the living room. Then it his him. He was in SPAIN's room in SPAIN's bed! He hesitantly turned, and hoped that HE wasn't there. Unfortunately, his hopes were crushed as he saw the Spaniard sleeping right next to him. With his arms wrapped around him. The world just LOVED punishing him, didn't it?

"The fuck?" he asked. How could he have possibly ended up here? He noticed out the window it seemed to be raining really hard, thunder could be heard. He looked back down at Spain and thought to himself. _He probably dragged me here because of the thunder…_

Romano never really did like the sound of thunder when he was little.

A few moments later Spain woke up to see Romano staring down at him. "Oh, you're awake." He also saw that he had his arms locked around him and pulled away.

"You dragged me here?"

"Well, more like carry, but yeah."

"Idiot…" Romano pouted, while receiving that usual tender smile from Spain.

Romano blushed at this, not just at the thought of Spain actually carrying him but the fact that they were so close to each other as well. He lied back down on the bed and put the pillow over his face. He turned his head over sideways to look at Spain, though the pillow still covered half of his face.

Spain was leaning his head over his hand, looking down at the flustered Romano.

"Hey Roma, remember the lessons I gave you a long time ago?" he suddenly asked.

"…Yeah…"

Spain leaned in closer towards Romano, only a few centimeters away from his face, close enough to feel his breath. He slowly moved the pillow away so he could see Romano's face.

"Do you remember the first lesson I gave you?" he smiled at him.

Romano thought for a moment and realized what it was. He looked at Spain questioningly before uttering out; "…_D-d__ame un beso_…"

Spain grinned before pressing his lips lightly onto Romano's, which he surprisingly returned after his moment of shock. This was too unexpected! What the hell is up with him? Spain on the other hand seemed to enjoy everything.

_Taste's like tomatoes._ He thought.

After pulling away, Spain looked at Romano to see a very shocked, funny, yet cute expression. He laughed a bit before receiving a shove from Romano.

"THAT WAS NOT FUNNY YOU BASTARD!" he yelled before grabbing the pillow and hid under the sheets with the pillow over his head trying really hard to contain his massive blush. "Why the hell did you do that? Now I'm gonna end up sick soon!" he yelled. "STUPID TOMATO BASTARD!"

Spain just couldn't help but smile.

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_Sooo how was that one? XD  
I know, I rushed into the kissy part but I really wanted to write that part already LOL_

_Please read and review! :P_

_**EDIT:**  
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_WEH. I do not like certain parts I have done in the chapters so I will be editing them! I will not change alot I will just be adding more things to it because when I re-read it all it seemed too rushed so yeah!  
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	3. Chapter 3

_Sorry it took long to update! I've been lazy this whole time, plus school's getting busier since it's almost over. Geez, school year went be so fast, I don't wanna leave my school next year. D: But anyway;_

_Here's chapter 3! Along with a few guests~_

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It's been 4 days and Spain seems to be recovering well. He still has to stay and rest, but he can get up from time to time. Romano was out in the balcony. He wasn't really doing any chores, he just liked the view. The scenery was still partially wet from the rain that had passed by a couple of nights ago. He watched a couple of people pass the streets, a few people occasionally waved to him.

He suddenly heard the doorbell ring numerous times. "I'M COMING! GEEZ!" he yelled, running downstairs to the door. He swung it open, "What the hell do you wa-" he cut himself off as he shut the door as quickly as possible the moment he saw who was outside. Spain came trudging downstairs, wondering what all the noise was about.

"I heard the doorbell. Who's outside?" he asked sleepily.

"There is no way I am letting THOSE bastards in!" Romano yelled. Spain had a pretty good feeling on who he had meant. He pushed Romano out of the way and opened the door, revealing three figures on the other side.

"That wasn't very nice! You almost broke my awesome face!" yelled Prussia. Spain sighed, but gave a tired smile. "Nice to see you too, _amigo._"

"_Mon ami!_ We heard your condition and we came right to see you right away!" France said.

"I'm fine you guys!" Spain tried to reassure them. He then noticed the third figure behind France. "Oh! You came too Canada?" he asked. The Canadian merely nodded.

He then led the three in, "Hey _Spanien! _You better not have lost the stuff I leant you!" Prussia said.

"Don't worry! It's up in my room, but you have to find it yourself~" Spain told him.

"What? You're fucking kidding me! Fine then! France, help me out here!" he yelled , while running upstairs to the Spaniard's room. France sighed, "_Oui_, I'm going" he said before following.

"I better go check on them." Spain thought aloud before running up the stairs, hoping that they haven't broken anything already. Romano sighed, "How long are they planning on staying?" he asked.

"I really don't know. I just came along to make sure that they won't do anything rash, though I don't know if there's anything I can do to prevent that." Canada said, who had sat down on the couch. Romano joined him and sighed, "They better not make a mess here. I just finished cleaning." He then heard a loud crash upstairs, along with Prussia yelling "THAT WASN'T ME!" and a few Spanish curses here and there. Guess he spoke too soon. "Well fuck. And I thought Spain was bad enough." Romano rolled his eyes and motioned the Canadian to follow him upstairs to see what the three idiots were up to.

Romano slammed the door to Spain's room open and saw the sight before him that he completely wished he'd never have seen; Spain was pinned down his own bed by France who was currently straddling him, with Prussia holding a pair of handcuffs on one hand and the other holding down the Spaniard's hands, and on the side was a broken guitar with a yellow bird popping out from the middle of it.

"What. The. FUCK?" Romano twitched. His eyes felt like melting at what he's just seeing.

"Hey! Just in time!" Prussia grinned. "Wanna see the show?" he asked before receiving a pillow smacked on his face.

Romano quickly slammed the door and looked at the Canadian behind him. "How do you deal with those three?" he asked him, clearly amazed at the fact that he could remain calm AND _tame _a group like those guys! "It wasn't easy at the beginning, I can tell you that." Canada chuckled, "But I guess I was so used to whatever they do, since they usually visit France's place, that I really don't feel as surprised as usual whenever they do something crazy." Romano looked at him, still amazed. He couldn't even handle just Spain. The poor guy, having to deal with bastards like them, it must be torture on the inside for him.

Meanwhile, in Spain's room, the three, well mostly Prussia, were discussing on who to bug this time and what it should be. Last week they covered England's house with toilet paper (France's idea of course) and they received a really bad bombing afterwards. It was so worth it.

"What about Austria?" Spain asked, with Prussia immediately grinning at hearing the certain country's name. "Perfect!" he said, "_Mal sehen_, what should we do that'll make him shit bricks?" he thought aloud, scratching his chin.

"He loves piano, no?" France asked, sitting up from the bed. Prussia simply nodded.

"Then, why don't we mess up his piano?"

"Yeah!" Prussia agreed, "But we should do more than that!" He says, suddenly getting an idea.

"Like what?" Spain and France say simultaneously.

"Ya know how the guy's a neat-freak right?" he asked them, he grinned. "Well, we should totally trash his entire place!" he says excitedly. The two look each other before grinning and agreeing with the Prussian's idea.

"Ah, but _mon ami_! Are you well enough to do this with us?" France asks Spain. Unlike Prussia, he was actually concerned about the Spaniard's health.

"_Si! Si!_ I'm fine! I can handle it! No worries _amigo_!" he replies. "Awesome!" Prussia grins. "This is gonna be epic!"

Suddenly his phone started ringing, with his ringtone playing; "_Motherfucker I'm awesome! (No you're not dude, don't lie.) I'm awesome!"_*. Spain and France look at each other trying hard not to burst out laughing after hearing the ringtone, Prussia flips them off before answering his phone. "HEY WEST!" he grins. "Ay, _bruder. _Can you do me a favour? Can you get me a crowbar, some spray paint, a few balloons and a few bottles of beer while you're at it?" he asks.

"Why?" Germany asks, clearly getting a bad vibe from what his brother had just asked from him. "You're not causing trouble again are you?"

"No! Of course not!" the Prussian yells, "I'm just bored here with France and Spain and thought we'd decide to have a little fun!"

"You're definition of fun, bruder, IS causing trouble." The German sighs from the other end.

Prussia grins before speaking again, "So you'll bring the stuff?"

"Ugh, fine. But if you get in trouble I'm not helping you out this time. And you pay for the damages!"

"AWESOME! Just drop them off at Spain's house! Later!" he says before hanging up.

Romano and Canada were busy catching up with each other. Canada explaining all the troubles he had gotten into by his brother, which Romano could relate to completely. They soon hear the doorbell ring, the Italian excusing himself before opening the door. "What the hell do you want potato bastard?" he yells, seeing the German before the door.

"I'm just here to bring these to my brother." He says, gesturing to the bag on his arm. He sets it down the doorstep before turning to leave, "Oh, and make my _bruder _pay for whatever damage he made. I'm not doing it." He says while walking off, leaving Romano a confused look.

"IT'S HERE!" Prussia yelled from upstairs. He soon came running down and grabbed the bag from his brother. "Sweet! C'mon guys let's go!" He calls, the two trudging down after him.

"Where the hell are you going?" Romano asks Spain.

"We're just going for a visit in Austria's house."

"But you're still sick, _idiota_!"

"Don't worry Roma~ I'll be fine!" he reassures him before giving the Italian a slight peck on the cheek. "Don't miss me too much!" he yells out the door, running after his two wacky friends.

Romano rubs his cheek before slamming the door.

"That bastard."

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_*Prussia's ringtone is **I'm Awesome by Spose **(Freakin' love that song! Listening to it for 2 years straight! XD)_

_Yay! Bad Touch Trio is here! :D Hope you liked this chapter! Sorry it's so short! But the next one will be longer hopefully!_

_R&R!_


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